[Gale lets Astarion pull him in, utterly entranced. The heat from the water seeps deep into his muscles, relaxing him, but it's the warmth from his chest and the cool touch at the back of his neck that leaves him wanting more. He folds one leg under him while the other hangs off the side of the ledge, settling as close as he can without outright climbing onto Astarion's lap - though the temptation is absolutely there.
He deepens the kiss, fighting his earlier hunger as it comes clawing back, eager for more; his hand beneath the water finds Astarion's thigh crawls up it, his fingers getting halfway before they slide higher.
Seemingly stricken with second thoughts, he pulls away just long enough to mutter:]
Tell me if I need to stop. Promise you'll tell me.
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He deepens the kiss, fighting his earlier hunger as it comes clawing back, eager for more; his hand beneath the water finds Astarion's thigh crawls up it, his fingers getting halfway before they slide higher.
Seemingly stricken with second thoughts, he pulls away just long enough to mutter:]
Tell me if I need to stop. Promise you'll tell me.